Shayan Afzal

To realms where time’s true nature is laid bare,
I yearn to flee the now, to future’s fold,
Where secrets of the yet-to-be are shared,
And tales of fate and destiny are told.

A path through veils of mist, a window seen,
To glimpse the strands of life yet intertwined,
To find what lies beyond the present’s sheen,
And witness futures by the stars designed.

But hidden are the signs within that place,
Where shadows dance and whispers fill the air,
A maze of echoes, faces without trace,
A realm where dreams and specters do compare.

To wander there and know what shall become,
Yet leave behind the comfort of the sun.